One day, I will be gone.
Lily will post something she thinks is an ingenius enigmatic composition of grand illustrious composition and Admin will no doubt pos rep in a most rectum smooching fashion and yet, I won't be there. And Lily will wither upon her own vine of self indulgent hyperbole like Virginia Creeper or English Ivy.
She will find, without me around, she has nothing to mount (shameless sex joke amirite?), and cannot climb anymore. Sure, Admin & Holliday may still be here but clones of similar indistinction offer no contrast of challenge. No growth. No opposing force in which to rally your wits around.
Reruns. Grow old. Watch nothing new, but reruns of shit oft repeated.